I can’t shake the Lord of the Rings imagery lately.
Sweepingly large events—the final stages of my divorce and ensuing court proceedings; coming to terms with E’s Crohn’s Disease, the uncertainty of it, and how to best navigate her care to allow her to live her life as normally as possible; and changes in work allowing me to reexamine my path and refocus on what I really want to be doing—are coalescing. The vision is clear: I am headed into the fire.
I am honoring this moment and the challenges ahead. It’s frightening, but also exciting. I think I’m ready. At the same time, I am eager to get to the other side. I’m hopeful it will be a more peaceful, much less volcanic place.
One thing I’ve learned through all of this: You can’t be brave alone. I take comfort in the unwavering support of my family and friends. B, my wonderful partner and future husband, has been my rock through all of this. He is, without a doubt, the best listener I know. And then there’s E, my amazing and resilient young lady who loves and trusts me with her life. I am grateful for everyone, and all of the kindnesses that have been extended to us.
Like Frodo and Sam, I take comfort in the togetherness. We will get through it. We have each other.